What I did try to do was to thwart my self-will, which always seemed determined to get its own way; to repress the rejoinder which sometimes came to my lips; to do little acts of kindness without attaching any importance to them.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
Believe me, the writing of pious books, the composing of the sublimest poetry; all that does not equal the smallest act of self-denial.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
Be not afraid to tell Jesus that you love Him; even though it be without feeling, this is the way to oblige Him to help you, and carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
In times of aridity, when I am incapable of praying or practicing virtue, I seek little opportunities, mere trifles, to give pleasure to Jesus. For instance, a smile, a pleasant word when inclined to be silent and to show weariness. If I find no opportunities, I at least tell Him again and again that I love Him, that is not difficult and it keeps alive the fire in my heart. Even though this fire of love might seem extinct, I would still throw little straws upon the embers and I am certain that it would rekindle.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
Holiness is a disposition of the heart that makes us humble and little in the arms of God, aware of our weakness, and confident — in the most audacious way — in His Fatherly goodness.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
Life is passing, Eternity draws nigh: soon shall we live the very life of God. After having drunk deep at the fount of bitterness, our thirst will be quenched at the very source of all sweetness.
–Saint Therese of Lisieux (1873-1897)
